Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ten City. All the underground hits.

All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Whodini, La Düsseldorf, The Red Krayola, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Kas Product, Rotary Connection, Steve Hackett, Royal Trux, Slick Rick, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Davy DMX, The Shadows of Knight, Bad Manners, Blancmange, the Sonics, Brand Nubian, Quando Quango, Black Sheep, ABBA, Connie Case, Jerry Gold Smith, Minutemen, The New Christs, Nico, The Stooges, Morten Harket, Zero Boys, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Gories, Simply Red, Bill Near, Kerrie Biddell, Black Pus, Ornette Coleman, Black Moon, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Peter & Gordon, Rosa Yemen, Brass Construction, Ultramagnetic MC's, Letta Mbulu, Gregory Isaacs, Crispy Ambulance, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Soft Cell, The Detroit Cobras, The Mojo Men, Inner City, Joensuu 1685, Shuggie Otis, Marmalade, Grauzone, AZ, Bobby Byrd, Barrington Levy, Circle Jerks, Bob Dylan, Hoover, Make Up, Todd Terry, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)